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“I knew it,” I hiss, marching out the door. “Coming here was a mistake.”
“Where are you going, Monica?” he calls after me.
He might’ve thought I was easy, but he’s wrong.
I won’t become another one of his long list of victories.
And instead of responding to his obvious taunt, I stick up my middle finger and stride out through the hallway, determined not to let that fucker toy with my heart again.
Chapter 11
Cole
I slam the door to my room so I don’t hear my dad preach about how I should be more careful with women because they’re snakes, and how I shouldn’t let my anger out on the mansion because I’m wasting all his hard-earned money. I don’t care. After what happened backstage, I need to release this pent-up rage.
Fuck.
I grab the expensive lamp from my nightstand and throw it against the wall, and it shatters into a million pieces.
My dad storms up the stairs and rams on the door, but it’s closed.
“Open your fucking door, Cole!”
“I know, I’m fucking sorry, okay?” I reply. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“I’m done with you breaking things in this house. You’d better respect the roof you live under, or you’re out. Got it?”
“Yeah, I got it, Dad. Sorry. I’ll get it repaired.” I should really stay on my dad’s good side. I’ve seen his bad side when other men tried to negotiate a bad deal for him. It did not end well.
“You’re going to pay for the damages. Twice. And don’t ever do that again,” he yells, punching the door again.
I sigh out loud. “Yeah … I won’t.”
“No, you won’t. And stop getting involved with those fucking whores. They’re not worth it,” he barks. “The only thing worth it is hard work and money. That’s fucking it. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” I reply as he stomps down the stairs.
But I didn’t get my anger issues from a stranger.
I really need to get out of here fast, but I don’t want to spend all the hard-earned cash from our band performances on getting a new place to live. No way. I need to ride this out until we’re famous enough that I can do whatever the fuck I want where I want.
Anything to get away from my dad and his schemes.
God, I can’t believe I ever looked up to him as a kid.
I grab some pieces of the shattered lamp and throw them in the trash. I should really fix my temper, but it’s hard, especially with a girl tempting you and then running off like she has other plans.
Monica … fucking Monica …
I knew she was gonna be trouble. But I couldn’t help myself. The more someone tells me to stay away, the more I wanna get close, and with both her and Ariane telling me not to, how could I resist?
She’s like a walking temptation to me, and I can’t get enough. Now that I’ve had a taste, I need more. More of those lips, those eyes, her touch … I want it all.
But I chased her away.
A part of me is angry because I had my shot, and I wasted it on a stupid prank, but I needed to see her true feelings, and they shone brightly. Jealousy sparked in her eyes, but it also pushed her away from me. That’s the part I hate.
Because some part of me wants to stop me from hunting her.
She’d never survive.
I shake my head and mutter, “Monica, Monica … what have you gotten yourself into? Playing with the devil.”
I lie down on my king-size bed and stare at the painted ceiling, trying to banish her from my head, but it’s impossible. I’m still reeling from our encounter, and I can still taste her on my lips, and fuck me, I want more. But I can’t. I can’t fucking expose her to the wolf in me.
Especially not when she ran off like that, with that look in her eyes …
That look that I’ve never seen before, not in any other girl I just kissed… one filled with fear and anguish.
Something about her makes her pull away, and the more I think about it, the more I wanna find out what it is.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t fucking do this, shouldn’t even be this fucking into her, but when my dick wants something, it’s hard to ignore. And this dick is rock solid right now, as I imagined her riding me right there against the wall of the backstage room. My mouth on her lips, her pussy on my cock, her moans loud and clear.
My mind is playing me, and I can’t fucking take it anymore, so I rip down my zipper and pull out my hard-on. I jerk myself off to the thought of her lips kissing mine, her tits bouncing up and down as I fuck her against the wall, my balls squeezing tight to release the cum inside her and fill her up.
